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letra de rock with me - polat han

[verse 1]
pull off in that srt, it’s matte black
no, this ain’t no rental
shawty wanna live life lavish
thats why she calling up me not an average
i just left sax with a brand new bag
for the racks i made off trapping
pull up on me swear to yah
my boys gon’ up that stick and blast it
i just went shopping today for a brand new chain
put a whole lot of k’s in it
don’t try to test sh-t
i don’t rock glass that’s just so strange to me
gucci and prada whatever i wanna aquire
cop that sh-t successfully
if they want beef i’ma pull out the five
my nines got levels of rarity
b-tch want d-ck but my sh-t stay soft
only the hardest can rock with me
glock 17 make ’em turn to a stripper
the trigger gon’ pop out his lungs if he-
stay adressing me, in a manner i don’t likе respectfully
i pop benadryl, nyquil еxcessviely
not the molly or percies to stress a g
feel like the motherf-cking bomb, ’cause i’m blowing up
shout out my brother osama finna make it out
don’t try to play me for a fool, b-tch i figure out
i’m rocking turbans from my cami, i represent
she tryna touch up on a bro i ain’t into it
pour that ice out of ya cup you ain’t sippin sh-t
rugrats, pin ’em to a wall like a thumbtack
my hoe hit ’em in his sh-t he got b-tch slapped
send ’em to the rats he got snitch snatced, ha
[verse 2]
i put like 50 rounds up in this bl!ck
now watch his whole gang drop to me
play my sh-t on the motherf-cking aux
now watch that whole block rock with me
balenci’ my kicks when i step in
i’m dripping whatever expensive
i don’t care ’bout no stupid ass label
i’m able to buy my own pendent
buy my mama a crib when i make it
i ain’t takin’ none of this for granted
go band for band, put a grand in
put hollow tips up on my cannon
should’ve known that ya life ain’t cannon
you a broke b-tch selling out onlyfans
can’t a hoe ting yell me out anything
i go dumb lit trapping out everyday
han gang, yeah, yeah
what!

[hook]
rock, is you try’na rock?
i say rock, is you try’na rock?
i say rock, is you try’na rock?
i say rock, is you try’na rock?
’cause when i be spitting sh-t is never written
i just f-cking talk
lil bro be dissin’ on the net
while his b-tch giving me top
i cannot f-ck with a broke b-tch who spendin’ my guap
i cannot f-ck with a l mans who switched on the guys
[verse 3]
yah, yah
clipping that nine
scratched the whip let me change my ride
tote bl!cks can’t catch no fire
sipping that hi-tec try’na get right
i’m spreading my cash finna touch the sky
i can’t even lie
i been stacking bills since like i was five
finna make that cash and triple it back, don’t waste my time
try’na get that bag, i don’t care ’bout ass, i can’t even lie

- polat han

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